Eyes of a Tragedy

Kerrigan crushed the hand of some hapless dead Protoss under her sharp heel without even looking twice. The field was full of bodies, and for once, their deaths weren't even on her - mostly non-existent - conscience. No, two groups of Protoss had fought here recently.

She wasn't entirely sure why, but she had a hunch it had something to do with the artifacts this planet was rumored to hold. Ah, those trusty Xel'Naga - you could always count on them to cause a good fight.

"What we were looking for here," she had to conclude, eventually, "Has already been taken."

The Hydralisk at her side turned its mindless eyes on her, goo dripping down onto her foot and sinking into the nurturing Creep below. It wouldn't be long, or much of the battlefield would be covered in it, and Kerrigan would be able to set up another base - another zerg stronghold too far out of the center of Koprulu to catch anyone's attention.

"Pity," she murmured.

[[ open for river, or for anyone who has her number, god forbid. ]]

A few Zerglings. A well-placed battery. That's all Kerrigan needed: the base before her was completely overwhelmed by unexpected and sudden betrayal. The bodies littered the ground as she strode across the battlefield. One step at a time, her heels digging against the solid mud--

Clink.

She leaned down, picked up the communications device, and crushed it firmly within her palm. Six minutes.

The scrap hit the ground with the quiet snap of her wrist. River, she sent, Continue to attack. Their defenses won't last long.

( In fact, the Raider defenses were already starting to give. )

[[ post one of two; dialogue taken from StarCraft: Brood War Zerg mission 5, 'True Colors'. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! ]]